To keep his mind occupied, he found himself muttering, âI know Iâm not good with words, and Iâm not the smoothest guy.
Iâll pick up some tips from Nathan on this trip.
Whatever you want, Iâll do everything I can to make it happen.
Could you⦠please stop being mad at me?â
As the mist rose around her, Jennifer appeared tranquil in the bathtub, her lips occasionally pursing as if she were having a sweet dream.
Hilliardâs heart skipped a beat as he was tempted by the endearing sight Jennifer was displaying.
He steadied his nerves and assisted Jennifer with her bath.
A half-hour later, Hilliard, now soaked through his clothes, decided it was his turn for a shower.
Jennifer, only half-awake, her gaze soft and slightly blurred under her long lashes, heard the sound of the shower.
She propped herself up on her elbows, peering over the edge of the tub.
The man under the shower, his physique impressive and skin glistening with water droplets, caught her attention.
She admired his profile, strikingly handsome, exactly to her liking.
An impulse to flirt crossed her mind.
Resting her chin on her hand, she called out with a teasing tone, âYou look very handsome in the shower.
How much for a night with you?â
Stunned, Hilliard froze under the cascade of water.
It took him a moment to realize Jennifer was speaking to him.
Had she really not recognized him?
âJennifer, can you repeat that? Who do you think I am?â he asked.
âs BunnyBookery
Still smiling seductively, Jennifer responded, âWell, Iâll stay with you all night.
We can just chat under the quilt.
â
Hilliardâs expression turned serious.
He shut off the water and approached her, squatting by the tub.
âYou really donât recognize me?â he asked, his voice cold.
Jennifer, her fingertips tracing his features lightly, expressed surprise.
âYou look just like Hilliard, my fiancé.
I couldnât possibly cheat on him, but I feel like talking to someoneâ¦â
Hilliard let out a sigh.
âIf youâre troubled, you only need to tell me.
â
Jenniferâs cheeks glowed a rosy red, her smile bright yet her gaze slightly unfocused, revealing that she hadnât yet sobered up.
She appeared to be gossiping about someone, her expression endearing despite the mischief.
In this moment, she was a stark contrast to the formidable businesswoman she was known as.
âMy fiancé is rich, handsome, highly educated, and intelligent.
Heâs one of the best men in the world, but heâ¦â Jennifer paused, her frustration evident.
âHe has low emotional intelligence.
He never seems to say the right thing and often annoys me with his words,â she confessed, her voice tinged with irritation.
âAre you tired of him?â Hilliard inquired, his tone cautious.
Jennifer shook her head with conviction.
âNo, I like him.
I once pursued him for over a year.
â
Relieved, Hilliard ki*sed her forehead gently and murmured, âHeâs fond of you too.
â